Today's the day! Where Peter will be going to work in Mister Stark's lab! Nothing could go wrong, nothing at all! ...right?

The weekend and week was over and it zipped through Peter's eyes. Although, the warm feeling never really went away. And it was for a good reason.

Peter yawned as he entered the school hallways, allowing students to pass him quickly while he walked tiredly to his locker, where Ned and MJ met him. Although he was tired, he was absolutely thrilled that it was Friday.

Today was the day that he would go to Mister Stark's home and actually work on projects with him. He couldn't wait to tell Ned and MJ. It wasn't frequent that students had a opportunity to work in a lab at a young age, and seeing as he was only 15 years old, he wasn't about to take away that privilege.

His lips gracefully quirked up at the memory of Mister Stark hugging him and how the man basically took him under his wing. It felt like just yesterday that school had started and accidentally bumping into him. Shaking out of his thoughts, he saw Ned sitting on the floor with a Lego set while MJ was leaning her shoulder against an unused locker while reading an open book.

Ned looked up to see his best friend walk towards the locker with his nerdy glasses and curly hairs bouncing every time he stepped.

"Hey!" Ned greeted excitingly, waving him over. Peter snapped from his tired phase and rushed over to Ned and MJ with a grin.

"Hey guys," he greeted back. He opened his locker and started shoving books and a brown paper bag that resembled of a lunch bag into the small space. When he closed his locker and hauled his backpack on one shoulder, Ned was right in front of him with eyes shining.

"Dude! Give me the details! How was dinner with Mister Stark?!"

MJ looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow, indicating that she was listening. With a wide smile, Peter started explaining. Their home and decor, his Fiancee and how lovely and beautiful she was, the lab and the Italian dinner.

"Omigosh!" Ned fanned. "A lab?! That's so freaking cool! You're so lucky!"

"The Lasagna sounds really good," MJ murmured as she turned a page and kept her eyes on the page. Peter rolled his eyes but smiled anyways. He knew that MJ was interested in the lab, but to be fair, the food was really good.

"Yeah, it really was," Peter confirmed, laughing a bit.

They were silent for a moment, their eyes casting towards each other before Peter decided to speak.

"Can you believe school is almost over? Like 2 more months and we'll be free?" His voice was laced with astonishment and somewhat melancholy. It wasn't like he hated school, mostly the bullies and the cafeteria food was his least favorite part, but most of his teachers have been very kind to him. Except for Wilson. He can fall in the ditch filled with Lions.

Plus, Flash hasn't bothered him or his friends very much.

"Its weird to think that we'll be in 10th grade," Ned mumbled, scuffing his feet against the dirty white tiles.

Peter shrugged. "A year older, I suppose, but hey, maybe Flash will go to boarding school far across America," he joked.

"That'd take a Godsend," MJ sighed.

Ned opened his mouth to speak, but the red bell chimed loudly, echoing in the hallways and annoying the students. The rounded-boy groaned out loud. "That's my funeral, I'll see you two later," he said.

Peter waved goodbye and followed after MJ who was already ahead of going to class.

When they walked in, they saw Mister Stark writing something on the pristine whiteboard with a red marker. Some students were already filed in and sitting in their appropriate seating, waiting for the period to start.

"Hi, Mister Stark," Peter chirped from the door.

Tony looked away from the whiteboard and smiled warmly at the two. "Good morning to you as well," he responded back. Inclining his head, his eyes went back to the whiteboard as the two students walked to their desks and sat down. Peter glanced at the whiteboard and cocked his head in confusion.

There wasn't any math problems, but labeled parts of a computer. He looked around to see if he was in the right class or if Mister Stark was the one to be in the mistaken class. But after seeing familiar students in their assigned desks, he couldn't help but shake the question off.

He turned his head towards the whiteboard again and looked intently at it. Most of the computer parts he knew by heart and others he has never learned before.

"Why do I have a nagging feeling that this is going to be total different subject than math?" A feminine voice from behind questioned, her voice a bit exasperated. Peter turned his body and faced MJ with a shrug. "Computers have math in them, I guess."

MJ rolled her eyes and looked at the board. She shook her head and let out a breath she's been holding. "I'll take your word for it..."

Peter smiled at the girl in sympathy. He knew that Michelle wasn't very techy like him and Ned, but more on the line of learning to get school and other stuff done on the computer.

When the bell rang again, the students went silent and they looked at their teacher expectantly.

Putting down his marker, Mister Stark spun on his heel and gave his class a wide smile. "Good morning class!" He said out loud in a enthusiastic tone. The class, however, gave a mumble back of a 'good morning.'

"Damn, when did I get a class full of zombies, hmm?" Mister Stark joked. Peter noticed that Mister Stark was much more chippier and cheerful than other days, and he couldn't help but feel like this was going to be a very good day.

Some students chuckled at the joke, and others raised their eyebrow and rolled their eyes.

One student raised their hand. A girl with black hair and round glasses. Honestly, she looked like a female version of Harry Potter. "And how many coffees did you have this time, sir?"

"To much, my dear," he answered with a gentle smile. He clapped his hands and he looked attentive now. "Alright, back to the subject," he announced. He pointed at the whiteboard with labels of computer parts.

"Today, we'll be learning about coding, but I know many of you do not know the world of computers. So today we'll be learning about the labels of computer parts and what they do," Mister Stark explained.

The teacher smiled broadly when the eyes of the nerd group light up with excitement.

"What does coding have to do with math?" A student asked.

"A fair question, my dear student," Mister Stark said. He kept standing but his eyes were all on his young pupils. "As you can see, Math is all around us. We need it for figuring out how to measure and build. Doctors need math, constructor workers, chefs and computer technicians as well. Coding is something you will learn in later grades, which is why I decided to teach you the basics before you come across it." A smile graced upon his lips as he continued. "And seeing as we're tired of seeing a textbook in front of our faces all the time, I decided to switch things up. School doesn't cover the necessities that the real life needs. And learning computers is one of them."

"It will help us?" Another student asked.

The man nodded. "You guys are the generation where you'll be living with technology. Like your parents, they never had advanced tech like we do now. Everyone uses it now and it is now an essential part we need. So, it'll be a good learning experience later in life."

"This is going to be so cool!" A student gushed, earning for Mister Stark to grin.

Not a moment later, someone with a trolly came in with 4 boxes toppled on each box. It had a logo that not many knew, but looked familiar. Didn't Mister Stark have a pin like that on his shirt before?

"Tony Stark?" The man asked, looking at his clipboard for confirmation.

"That'll be me," Tony said as he walked over to the man and he signed the papers that the deliverer gave him. Tony looked at Peter. "Hey kid, mind helping me with the boxes?"

Peter jolted but non the less got up and helped get the boxes. It was heavy and seemed like it held a rock or something. He saw Tony smile and cut the box open, revealing-

"What the..." Peter gasped. When the boy made that noise, the rest of the students looked more intrigued than ever.

There were questions of "What?" or "What is it?"

But Peter could stare in awe.

"Brand new computers!" Peter exclaimed to Ned as they sat down in their usual spot at the cafeteria with a tray of school food. "Brand new computers!" He repeated excitedly.

Ned was just as in awe as Peter was. "Seriously!? And he bought them with his own money?! Dude, that's so cool!"

Peter just nodded excitingly. "I know! He got each student a computer to work on! He's so freaking cool!"

"Just think, you'll be working in his lab today," Ned practically sang-song. Peter felt his cheeks burn, but smiled anyways. Maybe that was why Mister Stark was in a happy mood today. Or he drank to much coffee this morning.

"Do you losers ever stop talking about computers Or legos?" MJ asked in her monotone voice.

Peter and Ned gasped in mocked pain, a hand over their hearts.

"How could we not?" Ned asked, breathless.

MJ rolled her eyes at their dramatic expressions, but silently trying to remember their faces to draw later in her crisis book.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that class, MJ," Peter said, accusation in his tone. MJ shrugged. Yeah, she did enjoyed and learned things that she didn't know about computers. "You got me there," she murmured.

Peter smiled triumphantly.

They continued with their usual conversation while MJ silently read and sometime would throw out a sarcastic comment that would make the atmosphere more funnier. When the bell rang, they all shuffled outside the cafeteria doors before before being stopped by a teacher.

"Mister Stark!" Peter squeaked. The teacher merely smiled and nodded at the trio. "Hey kiddos. Your Aunt texted me and asked me to take you to my house, so when school is done, come over to my classroom, alright? Alright! See you later, kid." Tony grinned and patted his shoulder before heading off, leaving Peter and his friends to stand there like fish out of water.

"That was the fastest teacher talk I have ever heard," Ned whispered. He then turned to Peter with a weak smile. "At least you won't have to worry about being run over at the subway."

A groan escaped from the teenager's mouth. "That was only one time!" He exasperated.

"More like 2..." MJ muttered to herself.

"I heard that!"

Gym had been exactly at what Peter had expected since the first week of school.

Absolute misery.

It was a hot day in Queens. The most hottest it has ever been since Spring. It was moving onto Summer, to which Peter was counting down the days when the longest break came. Humidity was always the problem in New York, not really the heat itself, but you couldn't help but complain about the heat as well.

And it was no help that Wilson had his whistle blowing right in his ears. He might as well sign up early for hearing aids. Peter jogged along the outlines of the football field, his ankles aching and chest feeling like someone placed weights on his chest.

His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose due to the sweat that had formed on his nose while the heat of the sun beat down on his form. He huffed, half annoyed that every time he had to push back up his glasses he would get smudges and half trying to catch his breath.

Mr. Wilson had been exceptionally grumpy today, announcing a timed mile test and doing planks. Flash has always been his bully. Elementary through High school, but Peter hated to think that a teacher was going to bully him.

He had tried to think that Mr. Wilson was just a teacher who was just strict on his students, but the teacher had been especially hard on him.

And sadly Ned, too.

Ned was way behind him, panting tiredly as he tried to catch up with Peter. Eventually, Ned had told told him to go on ahead of him, and though reluctant, he complied and ran past him with ease.

MJ, well, she was walking while reading a back, ignoring Wilson's loud whistle. But to no avail, the teenager girl didn't budge and continued to turn a page she read. The whistling and yelling stopped, obviously meaning that Wilson had accepted his defeat.

Time seemed to have pass slowly because Peter was positively exhausted when he reached his last lap. His legs felt like jello and the bouncy curls on his head seemed to have deflated and now cling onto Peter's sweaty forehead.

He could see Ned half running to fast walking at the same time while MJ read on with her book.

When he was half-way done with the lap, he managed to get a glimpse of another form walking towards Wilson's form. Squinting, Peter could see a shorter man with what looked like Mister Stark. Usually, the teacher wore T-shirt with jeans and sometimes a suit.

Today was one of those days when Mister Stark wore his suit for some reason.

Peter had questioned about it, but never actually asked about it.

The more closer he got to the end, the more he could see the teacher. And yes, it was Mister Stark. It looked like they were arguing over something and some students decided to back away and wait under some shade while the rest were still running.

When he finished, Peter collapsed on the cool grass and panted harshly, the light shining into his eyes. He groaned loudly and covered his eyes with his forearm. The smell of newly cut grass whiffed through his nose. It was neither comforting nor relaxing.

"Parker!" Wilson barked. "Get up and join the rest of the group!"

Peter groaned once more and sat up, rubbing his forehead and squinting slightly.

He blinked and saw Wilson and Mister Stark going at it again. Deciding to ignore that for now, he focused on getting up on his feet without wanting to barf all over the ground. Peter wasn't the only one to feel like they were going to throw up either.

Several students who were under the shade had their hands supporting the back of their heads, walking around while their eyes were closed, as if that would help the nausea. Other ones was sitting down with their knees tucked up to their chest as their head was between their hugged knees.

For some reason, it felt like he was in an oven. Even when he went into the shade and slid down against the hot concrete wall, which he just realized was a snack bar for Football games.

He licked his lips and regretted that he didn't get any water. Usually there was a water fountain to drink from, but since they were on the football field, there wasn't much to do except pray for this period to end.

What degrees is it outside now?

Peter closed his eyes and let a small sigh. Maybe a few minutes of his eyes closed will do him good...

Just...a few minutes.

"Parker!" A shout that entered the tired boy's ears and Peter jolted awake. His glasses fell from the bridge of his nose and he blinked before gaining focus. Pushing up his glasses, he saw Wilson, fuming and stomping over to him. Students from beside him slowly scooted away from him.

Oh crap.

"What do you think this is?!" Wilson yelled, waving a rectangular object all around in the air. "Do you think this is daycare?!"

"Sorry, sir," Peter apologized, shrinking his form while looking at his pissed off Gym teacher. There were days where an unfortunate victim was under Wilson's rage and sadly today was his turn.

"5 more laps," Wilson growled. His eyes scanned the students that were looking at him with widened eyes. "And those who are sitting as well! 5 more laps. No student of mine will sit their butts off!"

Almost three-fourths of the students who were finished and under the shade was sitting or leaning against the wall. Their eyes were wide like saucer pans and everyone was hesitant. They just finished the mile walk, as well as the planking and now they're doing more?!

"But-"

A student tried, but that even made Wilson even more pissed.

"Do I need to add more?" His voice thin and icy. Not one peep came from the class. No one dared to speak. Peter turned slightly to see Ned sitting down with a tired and pained expression. His best friend had a darker tone, but even he could tell that Ned was redder than a cherry.

When Peter turned his head fully, he peered at MJ, who was just as mad as Wilson. Then, he realized something.

Her book. Peter gasped quietly and quickly turned his head towards the P.E teacher, and his grasped hand, was MJ's book. His mouth fell open with astonishment. No freaking way.

Wilson had actually taken her book. No one has ever taken a book from MJ. The girl was dangerous when it came to taking one of MJ's stuff. And if looks could kill, MJ would have probably killed the teacher.

But, deep inside her eyes, there was defeat.

Peter felt guilt overflow his body. Everyone was suffering because he fell asleep...and now they can't escape it.

"Woah, 5 more laps?" A familiar voice interrupted. It was that voice that held justice and kindness. Wilson jerked his head towards the other voice and saw the teacher standing behind him with his arms crossed to his chest, mouth frowning.

"That's almost a mile. They've already proven that already."

To say that Tony wasn't mad. He was livid. This morning and evening have gone off at such a good start. Tony was getting ready to intern Peter and and he introduced his students to the new world of computers. Their excited expressions is what Tony absolutely loved.

Their curiosity to learn new tech. And now, here they were, some of students feeling miserable and tired. No doubt parch, considering that he had noticed that no one had water bottles with them.

And no water fountain was to be found. Heck, not even a water hose.

Not to mention that it was the hottest day New York City has had since last year.

Wilson's lips turned into a scowl, but after a moment, his lips slowly tugged up into a smug smile. A smile that sent shivers down the student's spines. "Well," Wilson started, sighing a bit innocently. "Technically, 6 laps is equivalent to a mile for a football field..."

"Don't even think about it," Tony growled, arms at his side while his hands were clenched into fists.

"6 laps! You can thank your dear Math teacher," Wilson said smugly.

"Heat strokes are a thing!" Tony argued. "You're endangering students."

Wilson merely shrugged. "I call this survival." The whistle shrieked and everyone jumped up and grudgingly ran again. Some were slower and others were faster, but they all one thing on their mind.

Finish the laps.

Almost all of the class' faces were beet red. Their hair were disheveled with sweat and no one was able to stand up after that rude-awakening extra mile. Peter heaved a gasp as he fell on the dirt and let the grass brush away his sweat.

His dry lips and throat yearned for water. No doubt, everyone else was wishing it.

It must've been after school, because some cars were parked in front of the school building, waiting parents looking for their child. So detention...

Great...

Peter couldn't even groan without having his throat hurt. If he could recall from a science lesson, that over-doing exercise when your body wasn't used to it could cause serious damage inside and outside.

Peter was honestly surprised that no one has vomited yet.

A retching sound was heard from afar.

Nevermind.

Ned was lying on the ground, his chest heaving up and down. MJ sat down with her book clutched in her hands while she sent glares towards Wilson, even though the teacher ignored them.

Mister Stark was no where to be seen.

In all honesty, Peter could sleep right on the ground.

Too bad Wilson blew his whistle again, prompting him to snap his eyes open.

"Not bad, students. But I expect better. Get going, I don't have all day," Wilson all but growled out.

Peter sluggishly sat up and brushed away the grass that clung onto legs and arms. He winced when he fully stood and walked slowly down the football field.

His mind was buzzing with nothing but exhaustion, and he was looking forward to sleeping in his bed. His mind pushed away the comfort of his bed and focused on getting his backpack and getting the heck outta here.

But, when he entered the gym, he saw Mister Stark standing there, a broad smile on his face with multi-colored coolers surrounded him. Students who went ahead of him or passed him because he was so slow was drinking enthusiastically gulping down what looked like refreshments or sucking on a ice pop.

Peter's mouth watered and Mister Stark must have noticed, because the man gently grabbed a hold of his shoulder and steered him to multiple opened coolers. Mister Stark bent down and grabbed a blue Gatorade and a red ice pop and plopped them into his hands.

He didn't waste any time to open the cap of the Gatorade and gulped down, stopping half way and taking a breath. The cold and soothing liquid went down his scratchy throat, relieving the dryness.

Peter looked at the red ice pop and tore it open before sucking the cold ice. He moaned in satisfaction and looked at Mister Stark with crinkled eyes, nodding in thanks.

Tony smiled and patted his shoulder. "You deserve it, kid. Sorry I got you another lap," he said sincerely. Tony looked over to the students chatting away and giving ice pops to the new-comers, feeling thankful that most of his students were returning to their normal color.

Peter let go of the plastic tip and opened his mouth, but Tony butted in and smiled warmly at him. "Go enjoy your ice pop and there's more if you want some, alright? I need to get a kid to the nurses office and get them some medicine. Once we're done with all this, I'll take you home, yeah?"

When he turned around to walk off, after catching a glimpse of a surprised look from the boy, a hand grabbed the hem of his shirt, like a little child would. His brown eyes averted to Peter, who bit his lip.

"I thought you were going to take me to your lab and help me with some school?" He had asked in such a tiny voice. Suddenly, it just felt like the kid was smaller, so much smaller than a teenager.

What he saw a lost child, looking for something that will help. That will give him a second chance.

He noticed that Peter was just as vulnerable as any hurt child would be. Expectant of the hurt, but still hurt. It tore through Tony's heart as he watched Peter's eyes glimmer.

"I just thought you would be tired," Tony soothed. "after all this, you must be tired."

But, Peter shook his head and looked at him with hopeful eyes. "I still need your help."

Tony blinked, but nodded. The boy had let go of the hem of his shirt, but he felt like he was being pulled closer to the child. And just like that, Tony pulled the kid into an embrace. He felt the kid tense, but slowly relax. Thin arms wrapped around his waist and squeezed.

"Don't worry, kid. I'm always here to help," he whispered into Peter's ear.

Peter's head merely nodded into his shoulder and that was the reassurance the kid needed.

Uh, so I'm not dead?

I'm really sorry, but writer's block has been a kick in the butt. The chapter is pretty weak and not my best and i'm really, really sorry. Review and let me know what you think(Also if you could point out any mistakes). Thank you for being patient and i'll see you soon. :)